“Eric’s watching some shark thing and wants me to wait for him”
subtitled: “On the nature of living in Bloomfield”
We spend a lot of our spring, summer, and fall evenings eating dinners and drinking tea at The Cafe Torley, which is just a little table and two chairs that barely fit on the concrete pad in the backyard. We are usually pretty quiet while we’re out there, either reading, or just being our general quiet selves. This results in other people not realizing we are there …… and our neighbors do enjoy having somewhat private conversations via telephone while standing on their front porch. Tonight’s entertainment was the teen next door describing her vacation-acquired sunburn, which was currently in blister form all over her stomach.
Oh, Bloomfield Free State! I never chose this neighborhood for privacy, that’s for sure!
In other news, I’ve finally gotten around to doing the research about maintaining the strawberry bed that I’ve been meaning to do since spring. Turns out I was “supposed” to mow the plants totally (down to the root crown almost) right after they finished bearing ….. a month ago! If they’ve made it this far with as little maintenance as they’ve received, I think they can withstand another day or two of slowpoking on my part. Here’s a really informative article about taking care of your strawberry beds, if anyone else’s bed has kind of developed mange.
Our humble cucumber plants have been producing beautifully in their little corner of our yard. I’ve neglected taking pictures of them, so here at long last is a cucumber boner for you.
